You

Need I say more?

You are sitting there in the corner of a yellow room. Looking into your eyes, there are layers upon layers of sulfur lining your eyelids which stem into the cornea, for you have been crying. I will sit and cry with you. Yes, you have thrown away much of your life into the thralls of pointlessness, and you feel that you have accomplished very little by way of discovering happiness, but know that the paths to and from happiness are indeed the same path, so perhaps you are closer than you may think.

You don't have enough confidence in yourself. See how you sit there in the corner of that yellow room, and see your eyes? Those are your woes, and they will float away like particles of sand on the hot desert. You, on the other hand, are the lion; you stand firm as the container of your woes and so only you can let loose such a burden. I will help you if you reach out your hand and allow me to take it. The hardest task is in getting you to act upon these reflections, for it is so much easier to roll around in the filth of self-pity than to cleanse yourself of it by charting new memories that you can relish, as opposed to the old ones that weigh upon you.

Now it is over and you are reflecting upon your entire life. I hope that you aren't still in the corner of that room. I hope that your eyes are clean, and that you are no longer crying. I hope that you have made a stranger of me, so unfortunately.